Trauma is real and can happen to us at any given time in our lives. Some of us go through a horrible tragedy that will forever be etched in our minds, no matter how much we want to forget it. This is especially true when Black Magic is involved, which is typically cast by evil people with ill intent, such as magic (Sihr) and Jinn possessions. This type of activity could ruin someone’s life—or worse, end it!
Allow me to share with you a story about the bravest and most patient woman I’ve ever met in my life—my own mother. She was subjected to so much turmoil, but still managed to create a life full of fulfilling moments up until her last breath on earth.
I was 10 when all of these unfortunate events took place, and was the only one who witnessed most of the spiritual ailments my mother went through. My sister and I were her confidants that she shared her pain with regarding this matter.
It started with a broken marriage. My mother didn’t pay enough attention to my father’s needs. She was always spending time with her daughters, which led my father to believe that he was no longer wanted or loved. The problem seemed simple, but it was a lot more complicated than it appeared.
Arguments would occur back and forth, and my father would bring up how my mother would neglect him. I didn’t quite agree with my father because, in my eyes, my mother was a superwoman. She was a professor, and very successful in her career.
Not only was she a professional, but she made our house a home. She would cook hearty meals for the family, did all the house chores, and made her children feel safe with her loving care. She would sew the curtains herself, tend to the garden, and rear cute furry friends because she was an animal lover; she was perfect, but my father only saw the what-could-have-been version he made up in his head.
A solution popped up and he thought the best way to overcome this issue was to practice polygamy without my mother’s acknowledgment. He would go around her back and get married to another woman secretly.
Not too long after, my mother got suspicious and investigated the situation, and surely enough, she caught him red-handed. I remember vividly that she wanted the truth out of my father so much, that she asked me to grab the Quran and forced my father to swear in Allah’s name if his denial was the truth.
How does this situation have anything to do with Jinn possessions?
Well, I don’t want to say who exactly did it because we can never know the perpetrator, but there’s a massive possibility that things went downhill right after my father married another woman.
My mother would go insane when my father left home for another woman. She would go so insane that I barely recognized her. She would pull out her hair and scream her lungs out. Not only that, but she would just roll on the floor crying and pass out while doing so. The worst part of it all, she would threaten (me and my sister at the time) to kill herself.
She was in anguish like anybody would. Heartbroken, betrayed, and have lost the will to live. It’s the worst feeling anyone can ever go through.
Then, she started experiencing pain in random parts of her body, primarily in her pelvic area. She would feel intense and sharp pain, and sometimes none at all. It was an odd experience for her, so she decided to bring me along to see a spiritual healer (Raqi) nearby.
I remembered seeing a bungalow amidst the woods and a small hut beside it. She parked the car, and we went to see the healer. Upon seeing her, she invited us into the small hut. She placed my mother in a secluded room while I sat outside, so I couldn’t really see what was going on.
However, the walls were thin, so I could hear their conversations, even with the unseen.
I remember for the first few visits, my mother told me she saw literal shards of glass coming out of her from the pains she felt in her pelvic area. She even told me she saw the healer sweep her hand over my mother’s body and saw a lump of long hair coming out of her.
During one of the significant visits, I sat outside as usual, and I heard the healer and my mother having a healing session (Ruqyah). She instructed my mother to sit in a specific position and she started reciting Quranic verses. Once the intensity in her tone increased, I heard my mother start to groan and feel uneasy.
Her groans turned into screams and for a moment, I cried because I was so scared of being alone outside the room.
She started laughing maniacally and it felt like ‘something’ was conversing with the healer. It was not my mother and I was sure of it.
I didn’t remember how the conversation went exactly, but I remembered the healer asking, “Who sent you?” and the Jinn didn’t answer. After provoking it several times, the Jinn finally answered and it was the woman to whom my father was married.
It was one of the clearest memories I had, and after an intense session of healing, she got out of the room. She looked exhausted, and we didn’t speak or say a word for the entire time until we got home.
After a few days, I saw her feeling better despite everything that was happening. She was a lot calmer, a lot more patient and she stuck around with the Quran often. She would read the Quran intensely and bookmark every single verse that moved her.
She was in the phase of contentment (Redha) where she accepted her fate and left everything to Allah Almighty. My father would return home and she would show no sign of sadness. Perhaps she would be sad on the inside, but she had more self-control and was more at peace.
Fast forward to the following year, the woman to whom my father got married had passed away due to a car accident, and ever since then, my mother gave all she had in her to make my father happy.
She was already perfect, but she gave him everything. They bought a tiny house just for the three of us, she would do her gardening and cook for her family. It was the most peace I’ve ever felt in a very long time.
Not long after the happy ever after was in their grasp, my mother was diagnosed with a stage four cystic fibroid and passed away a week after the diagnosis.
It all happened too fast, and it was hard on my father to have lost two wives in the same year. As for me, I just didn’t have time to digest everything that had happened and just went on living my life as a teenager with lots of attention-seeking falling into place.
After years, I finally had the time to sit down and study the importance of mastering healing, for yourself and your loved ones. It felt like a much-needed and compulsory knowledge to protect your spirituality from all evil these days.
If you know someone who’s going through a tough time battling spiritual evil, give them access to a healer who practices healing the right way and let them know of online courses on healing. You can also start learning it yourself, so you can help your loved ones in spiritual, mental, and emotional distress.
Before I end this story, I’ll share a dua that could help protect you, your family, and your friends from all kinds of harm, Insha’Allah, including Jinn possessions.
.بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الَّذِي لَا يَضُرُّ مَعَ اسْمِهِ شَيْءٌ فِي الْأَرْضِ وَلَا فِي السَّمَاءِ وَهُوَ السَّمِيعُ الْعَلِيمُ
Bismillahil-lazi la yadhurru ma’asmiHi syai’un fil ardhi wa la fis-sama’i wa Huwas-Sami’ul ‘Aleem.
In the Name of Allah with Whose Name there is protection against every kind of harm in the earth or in heaven, and He is All-Hearing and All-Knowing.